Street Bloodbath

Wendy stood inside the slave market...

She still had not shaken off the daze of being rescued, and her mind still seemed a little sluggish.

Just last night, a Gray Dwarf slave trader whipped her. This morning, she had not eaten anything at all. Because she lived in a hot, humid environment for a long time, large red patches broke out on her arms, and even tiny scales grew in some places.

This was the problem that came from living on Plusterston Island for a long time—the body underwent slight mutations, turning toward marine life...

She worried a lot that she would turn from a Wood Elf into a naga...

The places where the scales grew were extremely itchy.

The dungeon was damp and cold, just like sleeping in muddy water...

Moldy straw mats covered the floor, and almost all elf slaves had some skin disease.

Wendy was locked up here for more than half a year. The Gray Dwarf slave trader worried that her body would constantly mutate and eventually end up unsold in his hands, so he grew somewhat anxious lately. Whenever he was in a bad mood, he would beat her and starve her.

The Gray Dwarf slave trader sent Wendy to the slave market every day, then made her stand on the stage for a day.

Buyers picked and chose among them like livestock. The ones chosen would disappear from the slave market, and their future destiny remained unknown.

If she was not chosen, tomorrow would be the same as today, standing on the platform to be picked and chosen by buyers like livestock, and even having her mouth pried open to check her teeth...

If a slave fell sick or died, the slave trader lost money, and the other slaves suffered punishment along with them.